Chapter 2
The next day, a rainy Wednesday morning, was shower day on the high-security ward. When Janie entered the bathroom wearing her usual yellow apron, rubber boots, and gloves, Quinn was already there. Naked except for her diaper, she stood in her usual spot. Padded cuffs, connected to chains dangling from the ceiling, ensured she stayed in her place, and newly installed ankle cuffs prevented her from closing her legs.
“Hey Quinn. Did you sleep well?”
Quinn yawned. “Yeah. Dreamed of both Ralph and Ernesto. One dick in my pussy, the other in my ass. And I was sucking dick, but I couldn’t see who it was. The spunk tasted nice, though.”
“Sounds like quite the dream.”
“It was. I think I came in my sleep. Sucks that the only action I’m getting is in my dreams.”
Janie removed the thick plastic cover, then unfastened the adhesive strips holding the diaper in place. The diaper was a bit swollen from pee, but otherwise clean. Last night before bed, things had looked decidedly different.
“And?” asked Quinn.
“And what?”
Quinn grinned, pushing her hips forward and making the chains jingle. “Girl, you know exactly what I mean. Did you give it a try?”
“I… uh… I did.”
“Peeing and pooping and sitting in it?”
“Yes. The whole thing.” Janie chewed on her lip. “It was… interesting. I thought it would gross my girlfriend out, but it didn’t.”
“Told you!” said Quinn, nodding as she smiled. “That girl is a keeper. The way you talk about her – you must love each other very much.”
Janie leaned in close and whispered, “And I went down on her. Right in the living room, while I was still wearing it.”
“Yes, yes!” Quinn cheered in delight. “Naughty girl!”
“I made her come two times. My diaper was super full and super stinky, but she didn’t care. She was so loud, I think our neighbors must have heard us.”
“I’m so proud of you, girl. Life is too short for boring sex.” She shot Janie a mischievous smile. “That means you’re gonna do it again?”
“There are nine more diapers in that package…”
“You already spent the money,” said Quinn, grinning. “Would be a shame to waste them.”
Quinn sighed and stood perfectly still, closing her eyes as Janie soaped up her breasts. Just as Janie’s hand moved between her legs, Quinn’s stomach rumbled. They both took a quick step back, but it was too late. The unstoppable torrent that shot from Quinn’s bowels splattered on the floor and on Janie’s boots.
“So sorry, Janie,” said Quinn, grimacing. She retreated as far as her ankle chains allowed. “I swear, that was an accident.”
Janie took the showerhead and rinsed her boots. “Don’t worry about it. Control’s still slipping?”
“I’m regressing. I’m like a cow in the pasture.” She wiggled her breasts. “At least I have the udders to match.”
Janie allowed herself a long glance at Quinn's large, bouncy breasts, then looked away. They were real – she had washed enough fake ones to know the difference.
God, I would kill for boobs like these.
“But it’s not a medical condition, right? Because if it were, we’d have a doctor check you out. You’re not in any pain or anything?”
“I’m not. There’s just no point in holding my piss and shit when I’m diapered 24/7. You better step back. I don’t think that was all.” She grunted, adding to the pile at her feet. “Maybe leave me standing here for a bit until it’s all out. I’ll clean it up if you uncuff me.”
Janie giggled. “Nice try, Quinn. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it in a minute.”
The stench was starting to fill the bathroom, prompting Janie to turn up the ventilation. When she returned, Ernesto walked in, bringing another diapered inmate.
“Hey, Ernesto,” shouted Quinn. “Any chance you could show us your cock real quick? I was dreaming of you again, and I wanna see if the dream was accurate.”
Ernesto laughed and didn’t even turn his head. “Forget it, Quinn.”
“Come on! Janie and I are just curious.”
“Leave me out of it,” said Janie, using the high-pressure hose on Quinn’s feces. A trickle of dark yellow urine followed the brown pile toward the drain.
“You don’t wanna see his dick?” asked Quinn. “Big guy like him, it must be spectacular. I’ve been wondering for months how big it is.”
Janie chuckled. “I’m a lesbian. It’s not something that keeps me up at night.”
“Fair enough. But a dick is an amazing thing. You gotta admit, it’s very conveniently shaped, whether you're into men or not. There’s a reason you girls use strap-ons.”
“We don’t have a strap-on. Or any other sex toys.” Janie approached with the shower head. “Close your eyes. I’m gonna rinse you off.”
Quinn kept her eyes open with a shocked expression on her face, still processing what she had just heard. “No sex toys.”
Janie nodded solemnly. “No sex toys. I’m a second-year trainee; I barely make enough for rent and groceries. If Stella didn't have her tips, we couldn't afford an apartment in the city.”
“I'm so glad we talked. Girl, that's gotta change. We have to spice up your sex life.”
“I’m not like you,” said Janie, still waiting for Quinn to close her eyes. “What I really love is kissing and cuddling and falling asleep next to my girlfriend. God, even being in the same room with her makes me happy. I’m so lucky I have her.”
“Aww. Young love, how sweet! But it’s not like Ralph and I fuck each others’ brains out all the time. We cuddle and go out for dinner and all that, like a normal couple.”
“You do? It’s kinda hard to believe.”
Quinn grinned. “That’s because I only tell you the steamy stuff.” Her eyes lit up and her grin widened. “Like when I’m getting my ass fucked and eat my shit off a dirty dick.”
“Eww!” Janie rolled her eyes and turned on the water. “Now close your eyes, please. I can’t spend all my time on just one patient.”